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Saturday morning. My dick was swollen and red, with some angry-looking
abrasions from several hours of attention. Erin had forced me to
masturbate twice in succession without lubrication, then had coated it
in Tiger Balm, wrapping it in plastic wrap to keep it on my skin. She
had "helped" remove it by scrubbing my shaft vigorously with an SOS pad.
I was sore and raw and a little bit afraid.
And hard.
Erin was standing over me, where I had slept naked.
"Damn, you're stiff again? How is it you could never get it that hard to
fuck me?"
"I ... I just ..."
"You're just a pervert who's turned on by being hurt and humiliated. We
obviously need to drain that noodle of yours again. Since you're so
worked up, let's have it."
"I don't think ..."
"Stroke it."
"Can I use some lube or something?"
"We still have half a tube Tiger Balm. Would you like that?"
"Please, no."
"Maybe you need some fantasy material. Have a look at this."
She handed me her iPad, opened to my Facebook page. The "Notification"
indicator showed the number "43." Two more flashed on the screen while I
was looking at it.
She showed me the photo she had posted of me in the miniskirt and
midriff top, asking for help in finding someone to wax my body. It had
281 likes and 27 comments.
"You can read your fan mail later, but right now there's work to do. As
luck would have it, the "Bareskins" manager said they might have some
time open today."
I felt my dick harden even more, and it didn't escape Erin's notice.
"That does it. We've got to put a stop to this."
She slapped downward on my dick, then did so again three more times.
"You're harder than ever," she said. She grabbed the tip of my penis
between the polished nails of her thumb and forefinger and dug both into
me. "Now grab it, and I want you to produce some jizz."
I began stroking and was surprised to find that despite the raw skin, it
felt good. But without lubricant, I could feel the raw skin giving way
fast. Meanwhile, her nails digging into the head served both as a
distraction and a turnon.
"Faster!"
I pumped for all I was worth for 20 minutes and finally felt myself
preparing to spurt. Just as I began to cum, Erin grabbed the middle of
my dick with her other hand and squeezed tight, forcing the jizz
backward.
"There, was that fun?" she said.
"Not really, no. I didn't really cum."
"Well, that's a shame now. Oh, did you hurt yourself? Two spots on my
dick were now rubbed raw, with the skin fully parted. "Oh, I'm afraid
those are going to scab over. Maybe this will help." She pulled a bottle
of alcohol from the cabinet and poured a glass full. "Stick it in
there," she said.
I complied, shouting "Shiiiiit!!!"
Erin slapped me. Twice.
"You're NEVER allowed to curse in front of me or any other female."
"Fuck that."
She slapped me again, six times, so hard that I fell to the floor. "I
don't want to bust a lip or blacken one of those slutty eyes, but so
help me I will."
Three more slaps.
"OK."
Another slap.
"Yes MA'AM."
"Yes Ma'am," I said, barely audible.
"I have some 40-grit sandpaper out in the garage. Maybe you'd like me to
sand that miserable dick down a bit. Don't move."
She walked out, and I heard her rummaging in the garage. She returned
with the sandpaper and grabbed the end of my dick. She held the
sandpaper loosely in her right hand and took a swipe across the head of
my battered cock.
"Ouch. Fuck!"
"Oh really?" She rubbed hard across it repeatedly, as if it were a piece
of wood she was trying to shave down. She sanded for several minutes. We
both looked at it. The head of my cock looked the way a knee does when
you've skinned it on the pavement.
"You have anything else to say?"
"No ma'am."
"Now go shower and clean off that blood, then bring me a condom and a
roll of gauze."
Shocked by her viciousness, I didn't argue. I immediately got up, went
to the medicine cabinet and pulled out the roll of gauze as well as a
condom. I brought them to her and knelt in front of her.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Kneeling."
"Like I said, this isn't one of your BDSM porn videos. This is my show,
and we're not following some fantasy script. Now then. I'm going to
bandage your little peepee really well. Then you're going in to get a
full body wax. I've already made the appointment. Some shops have a
policy that they won't wax inside the panty area on males, but I don't
know what theirs is. If she decides to do around your little pecker,
that's good. Otherwise, just agree to whatever she defines as a full
body wax. In fact, you'll do exactly as they tell you while you're
there, no matter what it is. Can you say 'Yes Ma'am?'"
"Yes Ma'am. But may I ask a question?"
She sighed. "Go ahead."
"Won't it be awkward if she sees my, uh, bandage?"
"Not for me."
"What if she asks about it?"
"Then you'll explain that you're a compulsive masturbator and that you
rubbed yourself raw masturbating and had to be bandaged to heal. And
remember that I'll be communicating with her afterward. If you don't say
it just that way, I'll know. And if you think you're hurting now, you
ain't seen nothing yet. Goddamn! You're hard again!"
I was. As she had explained my waxing and reality of my likely
embarrassment in front of the service provider, I had developed another
hard-on. A strong one.
"Let's get it over with. Spill it."
"I don't know if I can. It hurts to even touch it."
Slap. The hardest one yet. "If you don't jerk off right now, it's going
to hurt a lot more."
I complied. This time my cock had running sores by the time I came, if
you could call it that. She didn't pinch me, but I didn't produce more
than a drop. She wrapped the entire role of gauze around me, then taped
it in place with the duct tape, which was still on the table from the
previous night. She wound the duct tape around my scrotum several times.
"If there's any sign you've tampered with this, or if the waxing tech
has any complaint, you'll think of the last hour as a gentle blow job.
Got it?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
She finished and produced a floral pleated micro-mini skirt from my
trunk, with pink tube top that covered only the breast area.
"Get dressed."
I pulled on the tube top first.
"No, with the bra. I want you to have tits."
"But Ma'am, the top doesn't cover the bra. It'll show. And I've got all
this body hair."
"Well now, we're about to fix that latter problem, aren't we? As for the
bra, what's your beef? You're afraid you'll look funny? You should have
worried about that before you got fucking permanent eyeliner."
I just hung my head and began putting on the bra, then the skirt and the
top.
"I'm afraid I'm going to be exposed. This skirt's too short, and it
flares out."
"I think not. How can you be exposed? Your peepee's covered underneath
there. Besides, it seems to me you're already pretty well exposed,
aren't you? You saw to that by getting your whore eyes tattooed."
"But it's indecent."
"Why are you telling me? You're the one who picked out all this
slutwear."
"Not to wear out."
"Well, now, that would be a waste, wouldn't it. Now get your shoes on.
Same ones you wore last night."
"I haven't even shaved. Don't you think I should do that, maybe wear
makeup and my wig?"
She slapped me again.
"Aren't you getting tired of this? Because I sure as hell am. Now wait a
minute. Stand still."
She produced two tiny padlocks - the type used for luggage - and put
them through the rings on the ankle straps of my platform heels, making
it impossible to remove them. "There. I don't want you going barefoot.
It'd be embarrassing if people started to think you couldn't afford
shoes!"
She laughed at the irony of her joke, then continued. "Now go. They're
located in the Summit shopping center, second floor, directly above
Ira's Tavern."
I said nothing. I knew the location well. I was a regular at Ira's,
which was one of the city's most popular spots for lunch at an outdoor
lunch. The only way to get to the second level was on the stairway
twisting around over the dining patio. Everyone would not only see me,
but would see up my skirt. I would be a laughing stock.
"Now stand still so I can get a picture of you." She took the photo with
her camera phone and immediately uploaded it to my Facebook account,
with the caption, "Off to get my wax done. Thanks to everybody for the
suggestions!!! XXOO!!"
"When are they expecting me?"
"Right now. Go."
It was already 11:15. The lunch hour at Ira's would be in full swing
when I walked up the stairs to the waxing salon. Indeed, there were a
couple of catcalls as I walked up, but fewer than I had expected.
I entered the salon, which had about 10 swivel chairs lining either side
of the big room. About half of those were already filled with women
having eyebrows waxed.
"You're Jerry Andrews, I gather. I'm Anya, and I'll be doing your wax.
Come over here." She was in her 40s, Middle Eastern, with thick eyeliner
of her own - with wings - and a disapproving look. She drew a privacy
curtain around the table.
"Total body wax. You'll need to fill out this paperwork. That last sheet
is an agreement to allow us to see your ... body parts. And I'll need your
driver's license."
I filled out the forms and gave her the license, which she checked
against the forms. She pulled out a sheet. "We'll move this around, but
at least it'll be a little more comfortable for both of us for you to
have it. I don't want to look at you for two hours. What's that white
stuff sticking out under your skirt?"
I realized my skirt had ridden up when I sat down, exposing at least two
inches of my bandaged penis. "What happened to you? Why is your penis
bandaged up like that?" she said.
Remembering Erin's threats, I answered, "I rubbed it raw masturbating
and it had to be bandaged up."
"You're kidding. What's your wife's number?"
I gave it to her, and she pulled a phone out of her pocket and called
Erin, leaving it on the speakerphone.
"This is Anya, at BareSkins. I've got Jerry here, but he seems to have
some, uh, damage. Do I need to worry about that?"
"Oh, it's all right. He's just a chronic masturbator. We've tried
everything. Sometimes it has to be wrapped up to heal."
There was a laugh from the other side of the curtain.
"He got any diseases? Or she, whatever?"
"No, just had a physical. You'll want to wear gloves, but you do that
anyway, right?"
"Always. You want all the hair gone? If he ... she ... whatever ... is gonna
wear a lot of this kind of clothes, it really calls for a Brazilian."
Another laugh from the other side of the curtain.
"Can you do that within your policies?"
"Sure. We do 'em on women all the time, like we did on you last week. We
can't discriminate."
"OK then, take it all," said Erin.
Anya hung up and said, "I'll be outside for a minute. You take
everything off and drape that ... bandaged area and I'll be right back."
She went out. I stood up and took off my bra, then began to lower my
skirt, but it caught on my six-inch heel and sent me sprawling. The hot
wax got knocked off the table, spilling onto the floor, and I fell into
the middle of it. A different lady threw back the curtain and ran in to
help me.
"You all right? Here, I'll get it," she said, and pulled the skirt off
my heel, leaving me lying naked on the floor. Why didn't you take off
those heels? You're going to kill yourself."
"They're locked on," I said before I thought to make up a more discreet
way of explaining. "My wife has the key." I heard the biggest laugh yet
from throughout the room. I managed to stand and draped the sheet around
me. She opened the curtain completely, and everyone in the shop stared.
"Just stand there a minute, if you can on those stilts. We'll have to
move you to a chair, but I need to cover it first. Just stand here while
I get it ready. Here, take these," she said, handing me the bra, top
and skirt. I held the drape up with my elbows so my hands would be free
to hold my clothes. "Go sit over there now."
Meanwhile, Anya had returned from her break.
"What a mess!! One of us will have to clean that up while the other gets
that wax on him, her, whatever. Which one you want to do?" she said.
"What's she having done?" asked the other woman - also Middle Eastern,
but younger.
"Brazilian. But for now, you need to just get the strips on and get
those parts waxed. I'll clean this up," said Anya. She went to work
cleaning up the wax and the other girl turned her attention to me.
"Looks like I get you. Let's see where all you got that wax. I'm Reya.
And you are?"
"Jerry," I said.
"You have a last name, Jerry?"
"Jerry Andrews," said the dark haired woman in the seat next to the
redheaded woman. "He's kind of a big deal on social media these days.
He's the guy who got his eyes tattooed with eyeliner just because the
idea made him hard."
"Or she is," said the redheaded lady. "Shelly and I are friends on
Facebook. "I'm Ruby. I just sent you an invite."
"Good to meet you," I mumbled.
"Oh that's amazing. You just accepted my invitation and I you're over
there stark naked under a sheet without your phone," said Ruby. "Got it
on autopilot?"
"Something like that."
"Let me send one," said the dark haired lady. "Yeah, mine was accepted
too. I'm Phyllis. You got somebody running your account for you?"
"My wife may be on it," I said.
"Well, I guess we're all friends here," said Reya. She shifted the
sheet around trying unsuccessfully to get to the wax and still avoid
exposing me. "It's on your hips. We'll just have to improvise. Try to
sort of brace yourself with one knee while I get the other one, and I'll
try not to show the other women your, uh ..."
"I think we've already seen that," said Ruby, getting a laugh from the
entire shop. This was turning into a nightmare.
"What's that bandaging?" asked Reya.
"He rubbed all the skin off masturbating and he's bandaged up," said
Ruby. Another huge laugh. Reya blushed and covered her mouth. "Sorry,
apparently I'm the only one who missed that," she said.
She set about pressing the cloth strips to the wax and ripping them off.
She got the wax off me before Anya was through cleaning up.
"Here, I'm about done. Want me to finish him ... her ... whatever ... up?"
"Either way," said Reya. She turned to me. "You can go back over there
now. It'll be easier to finish up on the table."
Still holding my bra, skirt and top, I gathered my sheet around me as
best I could, tucking it under my elbows, and started back across the
room. The sheet had snagged on the chair, and my elbows couldn't hold
it. The sheet fell away, and I was left standing naked. I held down my
clothes to cover myself.
Ruby laughed and applauded, joined by two others.
"I'll get it," said Reya. "You just go on over there." I hobbled to the
table and put my clothes on it to free my hands, turning to close the
curtain. In my confusion, it hadn't occurred to me that I was exposing
my full nakedness to the entire shop before I was able to close the
curtain.
"Woohoo!!" said Phyllis. But the others, sensing the awkwardness of the
moment, didn't join her this time.
Reya settled me onto the table. She called out to Anya, "Why don't I
just finish her up since I'm already in here," she said.
"That's fine. I'm going to go finish my smoke," said Anya.
Reya turned back to me. "You want a drape? I mean, there's not much
point now, and we're about to do that area anyway, but..."
She pulled back the curtain, exposing my bandaged cock, and began waxing
my public hair.
"You know, you really need a shave and a wig, and maybe some makeup. But
then we all go out sometimes without fixing ourselves up, don't we? So,
um, do you mind if I ask you a question? This is sort of unusual," Reya
said.
"I guess not."
"So you really, uh, kind of wore out the skin?"
I gave the answer I had been instructed. "Yes. The lady outside was
right. I'm a chronic masturbator, and it had to be bandaged to heal."
"That's good," said Reya. "It's good to have a healthy sex drive."
"Most people don't think it's a healthy habit," I said, not knowing what
else to do but continue the conversation. I kept my voice as low as
possible, but it had become obvious that the curtain did nothing to
muffle the sound, which could be heard by the whole shop.
"Are you uncomfortable talking about it?"
"A bit, yes."
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that we wax women's bits all day, and I think
it's great, because the sex is so much better with a completely hairless
pussy ... I mean, genital area ... they all get addicted to it. I'm the one
who did Erin last week, you know."
"No, I didn't know. I didn't even realize she knew about this shop."
"Oh yes. I've been doing her for six months, and she's been raving about
how much better the sex is. I hope you've been enjoying it as much as
she has. What do you think of that clitoral hood piercing she got?"
"Actually, I hadn't realized ... never mind," I said. I was about to note
that I hadn't seen Erin's hairless pussy, because I hadn't been near it
in months, but I remembered just in time that the whole shop was
listening. So had Erin been lying about the sex being so great, or was
she screwing somebody else?
Reya prattled on. "I also do one of your office friends, Shelly, too. In
fact, we're Facebook friends. That's how I knew you were looking for
someone to do your waxing. I was the one who posted that we could do
it," she said.
I sighed.
"Great, I guess everybody knows," I said.
"I'm afraid so, yes."
By the time she finished waxing, there had been a complete turnover of
customers outside the curtain. At least the redheaded bitch Ruby was
gone. After a while, as she was waxing the final areas, Reya got chatty
again.
"You know, I know this has been uncomfortable for you. Were you about to
say you hadn't noticed your wife was getting waxed?"
"Maybe."
"Oh. Well, that is awkward. Is that why you masturbate so much?" she
said.
"Maybe."
"Well, that's what masturbation is about, isn't it? Taking care of
yourself when you aren't getting any. Though I think you'd like being in
Erin's bare pussy better than rubbing yourself raw. You know, if that's
available."
"I hate I flashed everybody in the shop," I said.
"Think of things this way. Even with everything that's happened, nobody
has actually seen you. The bandages and tape have your bits completely
covered. You're probably even legal if you walked ot of here like this."
"If you don't mind, I think I won't try."
Finally, we were done. I pulled on my tiny skirt and tube top and went
to check out.
"Just one more thing," said Reya.
"What's that?"
"We have a tradition. We take a picture with each client after the
service so we can put it on our Facebook page. Anya, would you do the
honors?"
"With pleasure," she said. I complied, having been instructed to do
exactly as I was told.
Fortunately, the waxing had taken long enough for the lunchtime crowd at
Ira's to thin out. I kept my head turned away and held onto the rail
tightly as I walked down the stairs, got into the car and headed home. I
looked at the clock on the dashboard and saw that it was only 3. I
wondered what else could happen in the rest of the day.
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